I realize it as I watch Toni and Seyha cut lemongrass. I’m reminded of it as Mingkom shows me how to mop the floor. It is evidenced as I parrot Khmer phrases. In this culture I am basically a child. I must learn (or relearn) just about everything, and how do I learn? Just like a child- watching, listening, mimicking.
This causes pause for yet another life reflection; I am a child, a child of God.
In Matthew Jesus says we must become like children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. What if He wanted us to learn as children do- watching, listening to, and mimicking their parents. For us that would mean watching, listening to, and mimicking (in a respectful way) God.
Isn’t that how it works though? We watch as God does amazing things and we desire to do those too. We listen as His words are spoken to us. Then we take what we’ve seen and heard and try to do them.
We may not succeed at first, but that’s okay. Bumps, falls, and scraped up knees are a part of childhood. Being a child is about trying new things and learning. Taking chances, making mistakes, and even getting messy (thanks Mrs. Frizzle). As a child of God I still do this in my spiritual growth.
Here I am ten months into my eleven month journey. I’d say I’ve taken a few chances, made a few mistakes and definitely gotten messy. I’ve gotten a few bumps and scrapes along the way, and I’ve learned so much from them. Through all of it I’ve gotten to see God work and join Him in it. I’ve heard God speak to me and even had a few chances to speak out His words.
So, yes, I am a child. I am a child in the way I learn in a new culture, and I am a child of a Heavenly Father just trying to be more like my Papa.
Through Christ,
Brooke
Proverbs 31:12
